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12 Jan 2013

I kissed goodbye to my hair- The Big Chop

I am starting to feel like a bit of a broken record these days. Like I am constantly saying the same thing over and over again... 'learn to let go.' There must be like 10 posts (ok, so maybe that's a slight exaggeration) on this blog talking about letting go and walking away. Usually I say it when it comes to matters of the heart over which you have little or no control or when something no longer serves its purpose or makes you happy, but this time it was different. I had to let go of something else. Not a dude, not a friend, not a sad situation... Instead, it was my hair! Eeeek!

If you are a regular reader of my blog, you will know I have been transitioning from chemically straightened to natural tresses for over a year now. The journey has seen me dabble with the idea of the BC (big chop) for a while. It's an idea I pushed far far away as I preferred keeping my pretty impressive length.

I have an attachment to my hair... A major one. Let me begin to explain why...

I think the bond stems from childhood. When I was a little girl, my hair was far from long. Actually it was quite the opposite. My older sister had the enviable length and I was always the little sister with the 'awwww' hair. People thought I didn't notice the sympathy in their eyes when they looked at my short, barely there hair.... But I noticed! Honestly, it wasn't until I hit my early teens that my hair started to make any kind of real appearance and since then, I've treasured it. Surely now, you can forgive me for being slightly attached to it in adult life, right?